The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 j.g.l.
We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.
What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.
Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.
The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.
Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?
© 2021 j.g. lewis
Slow down: even with the ideas that come to quicky. Take the time to acknowledge the feelings that arrive, as they arrive.
Write it down. How else will you remember what you were thinking?
Print neatly. You hardly understand the thoughts at the time, why make it more difficult to comprehend weeks or years from now?
Follow your own logic; only you need to truly make sense of what is happening, or all that has happened.
Pay attention to the lessons of the past. Be mindful that not all are worth repeating.
Clarity. Make corrections as you go. Flaws become more difficult to correct the longer you live with them.
11/14/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
It caught my attention, randomly,
early one morning. Recently.
Peacefully.
I wander the city each morning. I look for
alterations to my landscape. Bare witness.
No point in walking if you don’t see. Changes;
graffiti to some, a symbol to others. Proof.
Peace.
It meant something to someone that they would
take the time to scratch out a symbol on a wall.
It meant something, on a bigger scale,
decades ago. Pacifism. Or protest.
Purpose.
Peace is more than a state of mind,
or symbol from another generation.
Realistically speaking, peace should be simple,
not a complicated shadow of pitfalls and politics.
Prayer.
Peace should stop you and grab hold of the senses.
A thought. An idea. An ideology. Silent action.
Possibility.
Decades later it is still only a thought. A dream.
It wakes me. It means something to me. Now.
Promise.
I’d like to think it means something to you.
Dare we find substance in a shared dream?
© 2020 j.g. lewis
“They won’t give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had”
-Joni Mitchell
California
I’m like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.